bread alone

sifting flour fine
blending bowl boundless defined
water wheat and wine

carpe diem no. 1258 daily bread

 

note to self… baking bread one must have the perfect bowl.

hungerx4

monday poetry train no 11

dividing the stale crust
they reminisced
remembering the taste of
fresh bread

the scent of yeast rising
in a dawn’s quiet mist
soon the smell of bread baking

decided to live
frozen fingers
dig deep
harsh frozen snow
pursuing hunger’s flight

wearing a white lace slip
writing letters to a
faraway soldier
hunger never seizes